Happy holidays ya'll!
I won't be on tomorrow like I susually am because I'm spending Christmas with Tim in the hospital so that he isn't alone.
So tonight I'mma gonna try and update several stories. Try is of course the operative word since I still have quite a lot of cleaning, laundry, dishes, wrapping presents and taking care of my four little feline beasties to do before I leave again.
So if I only manage to get one update done, try not to be too upset with me. I'm working on other, potentially new, stories too.
Another week went by with no true break in Shayera's new behavior pattern and Toshi was finally called back into work. Sure it was only a half day, because his boss was pretty understanding of how a grieving loved one's feelings of upset could place a strain on a semi-new relationship and he didn't wish to cause any unnecessary strain on Toshi and Shayera's.
The alarm went off at exactly six am.
The same time that Toshi usually crawled out of his bed and half-zombie himself around the house while he made coffee and got ready to go for a run before he would come back home, shower, drink said coffee, become a living person again and then grab his shit and head out to do his job.
Today though, for some unexplainable reason the second that he though of the date- it was the twenty eighth. Almost two months to the day when he decided to hesitantly ask Shay 'the question' and they had slept together for the first time.
Almost two months to the day since she had sort of moved in with him too.
Lifting his free hand to his face, he took a moment to rub the sleep from his eyes and bite back a yawn while trying to figure out why exactly the day's date was standing out in his mind. It must have held some sort of relevance. He just couldn't place what kind.
And anniversary? A birthday maybe?
God he hoped not. He was ill prepared for either one at the moment. Besides, with the death of Shayera's mother still so fresh, he doubted that she would wish to celebrate either one anyways.
Finally shrugging the weird nagging feeling off for now, he took a moment to look down at Shay, curled up against his side sound asleep, and felt his lips tug up in a small grin before he reached out with his free hand and tipped her head back so that he could partially roll over and claim her lips before he silently slipped from the bed and retucked the covers around her body to prevent her from feeling cold and then staggered his way out of the room and headed towards the kitchen to start his morning routine.
Once in the kitchen, he paused in front of the coffee machine, in true zombie-like fashion, and simply stared at it for several moments before shrugging his shoulders and deciding that the coffee could wait and simply made his way over to the fridge and pulled the door open and grabbed a bottle of orange juice that Shay had picked up for the two of them the last time that they had gone shopping together- because she had this weirdly funny obsession with fighting Scurvy.
And twisted the top off of it as the fridge door closed and he found himself staring at the little calendar that he had given to Shay so that they could both keep track of her periods and stuff and had just taken a drink when his brain finally seemed to register that the days marked for ovulation and her period for the month hadn't been marked off.
Eye's widening as he suddenly choked on the juice in his mouth, causing it to go down the wrong way and cut off his oxygen, he started to cough as he fumbled to take the small calendar off of the fridge and looked it over frantically.
They had been fucking pretty much non stop since the first month they had been together. And he had only worn a condom once. Looking back over the span of the two months that they had been together- he quickly did the math and suddenly felt faint as the juice bottle slipped from his numb fingers and fell to the floor with a clatter and he set the calendar down and turned and made his way out of the kitchen and back towards his bedroom.
His mind awhirl with questions on top of weird feelings of giddiness, joy, and shock.
Once he reached the bedroom, he quickly texted his boss that he would be coming in an hour or so late for personal reasons and then ditched his phone so that he could climb back in bed and then silently gathered Shay up into his arms and held her as she slept while absently letting his fingertips rub her flat stomach.
Where his very-strongly-possible-child currently rested.
While it was true that he had every intention of having a few children with Shayera, he had hoped for some time to have her to himself. Still, he couldn't think of this as a bad thing. In fact it was amazing. He'd always secretly loved kids.
To him it was a joy to just be near them.
Feeling his eyes start to burn a little bit in that familiar feeling that came before crying. Dear god he was going to be a father! He had half a mind to get online and announce Shay's pregnancy to the world, but knew that if he did it would make her and their child a target for his enemies.
No, he wouldn't be telling anyone anything if he could help it. Except maybe his boss since the little fuzzball would be able to smell the mixture of his and Shay's scent's on her the next time she was in the school to visit him and would know instantly that she was expecting.
Hell he wasn't even sure at this point if Shay knew or not. And if she didn't, he fully intended to have sooo much fun watching her. Like literally. He fully intended to watch her like a hawk.
The moment that her pants became too tight. The moment that her bras stopped fitting her right. The very moment she asked him if her ass looked big- he was just going to grin and tell her that she was the most beautiful women that he'd ever seen. And he would mean every damned word each and every time he said it.
She was lovely now, but he was fairly certain that knowing he'd gotten her pregnant with his child and watching her stomach swell with the little one would make her damned near ravishing to him. And he was going to love every moment of the next nine-ish months.